ENTERTAINER, MINSUNG

Chapter 12

Eight years ago

Minho woke up completely hammered. Jisung's body hugging him, his leg over his. He blushed vigorously. He had a complete blackout, the last thing he remembered was talking with Jeongin about Jisung singing.

"Shit" he whispered under his breath. He tried to move but it was impossible without waking him up.
He tried remove Jisung's leg, but it brushed against his lower abs instead.

With his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement, he couldn't help but notice the subtle rise and fall of Jisung's chest beneath him. The warmth of their bodies pressed together sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire of desire deep within him.

It felt diffrent now, like something had changed in him.

"Jisung" he called out softly trying to wake him up.

"Jisung wake up" he said again running a finger on his face.

As Minho gently nudged Jisung, hoping to rouse him from his slumber, he couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation coursing through his veins. His heart raced as he waited for Jisung to stir, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on his friend's face.

"Jisung, wake up," Minho whispered again, his voice barely louder than a breath as he leaned in closer. He watched intently as Jisung's eyelids fluttered, a soft groan escaping his lips as he slowly began to wake.

For a moment, their eyes met, and Minho felt his breath catch in his throat at the intensity of the gaze they shared.

And then, with a soft sigh, Jisung blinked awake, his eyes slowly focusing on Minho's face. A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stretched, his body shifting against Minho's in a way that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Minho's core.

"Morning," Jisung murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he shifted to sit up, disentangling himself from Minho's embrace.

Minho's cheeks flushed crimson as he struggled to find his words, his mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. But before he could say anything, Jisung's hand reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair away from Minho's face.

"Are you okay?" Jisung asked, concern lacing his voice as he studied Minho's flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Minho replied, though his voice was barely a whisper.

"I just have a heavy headache" he got up trying to cover himself up with the blankets.

"Drink some water, and maybe get an aspirin" Jisung suggested sitting on the bed.

"Hmm" Minho said unable to look him in the eye from the embarrassment.
Jisung seemed to read his mind when he asked "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Y-yes"  he tried to discreetly adjust himself, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from Jisung's watchful gaze. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he desperately tried to think of an excuse or distraction.

"Uh, yeah, just... just need to use the bathroom," Minho stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he scrambled to his feet, trying to put some distance between himself and Jisung.

But as he turned to leave the room, Jisung's hand reached out, gently grasping his wrist and stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait, Minho," Jisung said softly, his eyes searching Minho's face with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Is something wrong? You seem... tense." he wondered if he remembered about last night.

The kiss.

"N-no, I'm fine," Minho insisted, his voice shaky as he tried to maintain his composure. "Just... just need some air." and with that he left his room rushing to the bathroom.

When his friend finally calmed down he washed his face with cold water hoping to alleviate his hammering headache.

He returned to his room finding Jisung ready to leave sitting on the edge of his bed, petting Soonie's head.

"Are you leaving?" Jisung nodded

"Yeah, I need to take a shower and...I have some stuff to do" Minho slowly nodded in return

"Well then I'll see you tomorrow, but do you remember what happened yesterday? I have a total blackout"

Jisung thought about it for a second, contemplating on telling the actual truth or just pretend like the kiss didn't happen.

"Nothing much, you passed out pretty quickly and I got you home"

"Oh well, thanks for taking care of me, I'm sorry I ruined the night for you" Jisung shook his head brushing it off.

"No it's fine, don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow" so he left.

Jisung walked back home still thinking about the kiss last night. He didn't know how to feel. He did not know how to interpret it.

Did Minho like him? It was is just the alcohol?

Short chapter, didn't know what to add more. Hope yall are liking it. Byeeee.